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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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THE CIRCLE LINE
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine. Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round and round again. Where are the stops where the doors slide … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, Circle Line, decision time, escape?, Exit, grief and suffering, me, mine, new vision, respite, stations, stop, view
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TETHER
I am at the end of my tether!Yes.What will happen?The tether will break.Oh, thank God! And what about Me?You are the tether. .
GOD’S MIRROR
Mirror mirror on the wallwho is the fairest of us all?When the facelooks back, warts and all,cognition takes place.This is me. Look into Nature,red in tooth and claw and all.When it feels your eyes,cognition takes place.Epiphany. .
IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS
“In and out of windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged being, Blondin, Brian Taylor, education, in and out of windows, kestrel, laughing, leaf, Life, me, mouse, new day, not knowing, robin, seeing, spider, unwounded tree, weeping, you
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MIRROR
Swimming in a Cornish sea –Porpoises! (not Cornish), a little way from me.How far?How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail? Following the brain down its mazy trail –thirty yards? a million years?Too far? Not far enough? But eye to … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged brain, Cornish sea, grain of sand, inner eye, me, million years, mirror, porpoises, sea, spinning star, splashing, wave, you
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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that … Continue reading
Posted in Centre
Tagged Blondin, butterflies, Ego, evil, good, letting go, Lord of the Jungle, me, mind, mine, pain, sanity, sorrow, stars, Vice, virtue, world
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I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged beginning, French Revolution, house on fire, I, lonely, me, mine, Spanish Armada, Tony Blair, Vietnam
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FREE CHOICE
The waves come tumbling, hiss and roar, the southwest wind begins its blow. The old grey fisherman on the shore stares at each billow and asks once more, “Tell me, which one’s Joe?” The lettuces stand in rows quite straight, … Continue reading
ROBIN
First year robin sits inside a tree shaped by a storm, lives on its wits, sings through closed beak, plays hide and seek and looks at me. I am neither kestrel nor worm and so an object of mild curiosity. … Continue reading
I, ME, MINE
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading
